“Tickets,” the attendant called from down the aisle. The train began to sway as it picked up speed.
Kev held his tickets in easy reach and tried not to look at the scrolling landscape. Train travel. He hated it, and everyone that knew him knew that. He had been sure to drop it casually into conversations over the last few months as the investigation ramped up.
The attendant took and tore Kev’s ticket. “Thank you,” he said handing back the stub.
“No,” Kev smiled. “Thank you.” He relaxed. It would be days, maybe weeks before they even suspected the train.
WC: 100
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Ominous… I can feel the tension of the coming storm.
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Oh for sure! There’s something brewing behind the scenes I think. Thanks for stopping by Magaly!
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They seek him here, they seek him there – but the last place they’re going to look is the train. Cleverly told and I do like a getaway story, even when the main man is a wrong ‘un.
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Thanks Jilly! He is definitely a wrong ‘un, but a clever one.
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Nice bit of misdirection Kev. Begs the question of who is looking for him and what has he done!?
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Thanks Iain! I’m not sure what he’s done, but I’m thinking it’s pretty bad.
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Hmmmm. Is he a good guy or a bad guy? It’s hard to know, these days.
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My instincts say he’s bad. Perhaps in the extreme, but it’s hard to tell about such things. Thanks for reading!
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Aha!!! He that protesteth the loudest I see,,,,,
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You got it! Thanks for the read Violet!
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They may eventually realise his trick… Good one!
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Yeah, but what a head start! Thanks Dale!
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True dat!!
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